OMG that would be so fucking cool. The Doctor is at his most fun when he's a) batshit insane and on the brink of destroying the universe or b) being tortured. If we don't have dark!Ten, can we have him tied up and helpless, please?
Now I have a mental image of the Doctor soaking wet, handcuffed to a set of pipes, and snarling. I have no idea where it came from, but it's damn pretty.
Er, this was in my head, so have some comment-fic?
Left Behind
"He's like an animal," Donna said softly. She took another step towards the Doctor, just a tiny one, and he lashed out, striking out at her ankle with one rubber sole. Behind her, it was Rose who flinched.
Donna glanced back. Rose had been the one to hold him down and restrain him, but now she was hanging back, and the expression on her face was... distate? Disgust? Donna couldn't tell, but there was a pinch of fear in there, a dash of sadness. "No he's not," Rose said. "He knows exactly what he's doing."
"You think he's got a plan?" Donna said. He didn't look like he had a plan, dripping wet, his shirt torn and spattered with blood, teeth bared, eyes feral. He looked like all he wanted was to break free and rip them both up.
"Yeah," Rose said. "Always."
In the silence that followed, Rose put her hand clumsily on Donna's arm and gently tugged her backwards. "Come on," Rose said softly. "Come on, we've got to go."
"We can't just leave him here," Donna said.
"We can't take him with us." Donna turned to look at Rose. Rose looked tough somehow, sad but resolved, an expression Donna had seen so many times on the Doctor's face. It was the expression that said, There's nothing we can do.
"He'll be fine," Rose said, but it was a lie.
Donna turned with Rose, and as they turned their backs on him, the Doctor said, "Rose," his voice a full octave lower than normal. Donna could hear the threat and the pleading and wondered if either of them came from the Doctor.
When Rose turned her head, just for half a second, Donna could see the tears rolling down her cheeks, taking mascara with them. She took Rose's hand and squeezed it gently, not daring to look back.
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Date: 2008-06-23 11:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-23 11:39 am (UTC)(a) Adam from "Dalek"
(b) Private Ross, whose first name turns out to be "Dave"
(c) Doctor Claw
(d) Steven Moffat
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Date: 2008-06-23 12:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-23 10:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-23 08:06 pm (UTC)"You are a man of many talents, Doctor Claw"
I think I'm the only person on earth who saw that movie...
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Date: 2008-06-23 11:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-23 12:51 pm (UTC)I would LOVE that, dude.
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Date: 2008-06-23 10:45 pm (UTC)WHO CALLED ME TINKERBELL JESUS
I GOT YOUR TINKERBELL JESUS RIGHT HERE
*general conflagration*
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Date: 2008-06-23 10:52 pm (UTC)[is predictable]
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Date: 2008-06-23 11:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-23 11:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-23 11:08 pm (UTC)...
... well, that's me useless for the rest of the day.
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Date: 2008-06-23 11:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-25 03:06 pm (UTC)Left Behind
"He's like an animal," Donna said softly. She took another step towards the Doctor, just a tiny one, and he lashed out, striking out at her ankle with one rubber sole. Behind her, it was Rose who flinched.
Donna glanced back. Rose had been the one to hold him down and restrain him, but now she was hanging back, and the expression on her face was... distate? Disgust? Donna couldn't tell, but there was a pinch of fear in there, a dash of sadness. "No he's not," Rose said. "He knows exactly what he's doing."
"You think he's got a plan?" Donna said. He didn't look like he had a plan, dripping wet, his shirt torn and spattered with blood, teeth bared, eyes feral. He looked like all he wanted was to break free and rip them both up.
"Yeah," Rose said. "Always."
In the silence that followed, Rose put her hand clumsily on Donna's arm and gently tugged her backwards. "Come on," Rose said softly. "Come on, we've got to go."
"We can't just leave him here," Donna said.
"We can't take him with us." Donna turned to look at Rose. Rose looked tough somehow, sad but resolved, an expression Donna had seen so many times on the Doctor's face. It was the expression that said, There's nothing we can do.
"He'll be fine," Rose said, but it was a lie.
Donna turned with Rose, and as they turned their backs on him, the Doctor said, "Rose," his voice a full octave lower than normal. Donna could hear the threat and the pleading and wondered if either of them came from the Doctor.
When Rose turned her head, just for half a second, Donna could see the tears rolling down her cheeks, taking mascara with them. She took Rose's hand and squeezed it gently, not daring to look back.
Then they ran.
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Date: 2008-06-26 02:09 am (UTC)